MetroLit: Move to the back Mista’ Man
Please move to the back of the bus sir. Please keep movin’ on back. I don’t care how many, Presidential Fitness Award looking pins you have on your lapel. You’re blocking the aisle and there are a lot of people that need to get on, how many pull ups you can do is of no consequence to us. Plus, it’s not the 60’s anymore and the back of the bus is no longer reserved for blacks. In fact, if Metro buses are anything like my middle school bus, the back is where the party’s at. The back is where all the making out is going on buddy. The back is where you can put your hat on sideways and give ol’ Jenn Gonzales a wet one on the mouth before you get off at your stop. Colonial Dr. and Rt. 111 or Wilshire and Santa Monica, I see no difference because her breasts are still the biggest in the school and you know she’s going to figure that out sooner or later. So why don’t you do yourself a favor, do the rest of your fellow riders a favor, and move on to the back of the bus to get yourself some kisses because I’m tired of trying squeeze by.
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